The beads of blood,
the stains in my heart,
I cover the scars,
family is the only one I hurt.
They said 'We love you,
but we need you to stop',
I didn't understand why,
I could just crop.
I feel aggravated,
I need to get away quick!
I'll use anything,
I'm starting to feel sick.
my head is screaming,
I'm not sure why,
I'm on a cloud,
watching from the sky.
I awake in a new place,
I am surrounded,
the chair is tough,
but at least my feet are grounded.
They tell me to stay seated,
but where's the people I know?
the doctor's talking,
my arms will never again show.
I'm 13 and I had suicidal thoughts. I was picked on from the first day of kindergarten until 5th grade, because of my weight and stuff, and then my biological dad overdosed on drugs and left...
Screaming For Pain
Published: March 2011
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